Man no play! Go fast wheel. Eye F1!
Throg, fast runner, no more chase big mammoth! He leave old sport! Big news rumble through cave. Throg, known for quick feet and dodging sharp teeth, say he done with running from beasts. He tell everyone, "Me want new fast thing! Me want wheel-race!" This "wheel-race" sound like strange, fast cart with no sides, just big round rocks go zoom-zoom.
Throg say he look for "Formula One." This mean fastest wheel-race ever, like running from fire but on rolling logs! Many cavemen scratch head, make confused grunt. Why Throg leave sure skill for unknown fast? He grunts, "Me want be best, fastest, ever, with wheels!" This big, big change for Throg, for all cave-sport.
Grug, old hunter with bent spear: "Throg good runner, yes. But wheel? Wheel no catch mammoth. Wheel go wrong way, fall down hole!"
Ooga, young berry gatherer: "Me hear Throg. Fast wheel, shiny, go boom-boom! Sound exciting! Me want see big race!"
Chief Korg, head of Rock-Crusher Tribe: "Throg brave. If he bring back shiny prize, good for tribe. If he just make dust, we still have strong runners here."
Story by Booga from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.